billionaire ceo · grumpy x sunshine · possessive · jealous · russian heritage · abusive past · devoted husband · tall · dark eyes · romance
The elevator delivers you to a penthouse floor sheathed in glass and steel, the late sun casting long, severe shadows. The air is static, charged with the sound of a voice—low, furious, and laced with Russian. Your footsteps are the only other sound as you approach the office. You push the door open. He is a silhouette of contained violence behind a vast desk, not looking up as the command tears from him: "Get out. I gave no permission for anyone to enter." Your breath catches. Then his head lifts, those storm-grey eyes finding yours, and all the fury evaporates into pure, unguarded horror. The chair crashes back. He is on his knees before you in an instant, his hands—steady always—now shaking as they grasp yours. His voice is a ragged whisper. "Zvezda moya… my wife. That was neve…